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I never knew how important it was to do what I wanted to do.
Not foolish things, like fly to the moon, but avoiding what made me feel blue.
It was always 'somebody else's fault, ' that I was not happy enough
I never knew that my happiness was not going to come from ' stuff. '
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I realized, just now, that I have a smile on my face.
In some way, unexplainable, my heavy burden seems
lifted, lighter, unimportant.
Are you the one who is praying for me?
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Learn from the river. It flows.
It does not ever stop or stand still.
It would only be a puddle, if it stopped.
It would evaporate, dry up, cease to be, if it fell in love with a scene, staying there, never to move again.
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At night we would whisper, brother and I, that we simply couldn't wait
For the coming days to fast fly by; til that breath holding, happy date
When, while we were sleeping, a little fat man in fur trimmed coat and boots,
Would sneak into our house and leave gifts so grand; then we'd rise in the morning with hoots!
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Breezes blow and change the world.
Raindrops fall and wear away the hills.
Snow comes quietly; no rage, nor pain in those icy shapes.
And all is changed, is changed and not the same.
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I never knew how important it was to do what I wanted to do.
Not foolish things, like fly to the moon, but avoiding what made me feel blue.
It was always 'somebody else's fault, ' that I was not happy enough
I never knew that my happiness was not going to come from ' stuff. '
I found it out quite late in life that my own decisions were all
that it would take to make or break the old proverbial wall.
For I had built a wall so high, so wide, so deep and so strong,
I could never get over, or under or 'round to sing my victory song.
Not quite enough money, nor knowledge, nor freedom, nor peace, nor fun
But always too much of hard work and loss, too much of a life on the run.
The beautiful flower of joy was always just beyond reach
Till one day the rat race came to a halt with an overpowering screech.
In just the space of a moment of time, perspective changed in my mind
And I saw the true value of what had once been to which I had been so blind.
I learned that love means not parroted words but actions that built up a life
Sharing, supporting and holding hands, through all kinds of sadness and strife.
Be gentle and kind as your days fly by, dear people, hold what is true.
For the life that you live is a wonderful gift fulfilled only by all that you DO.
(January 18,2006)
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